Down on the Ashram

When I first started asking questions about my faith, I was terrified. In my loneliness and fear, I tried desperately to drag the people I loved most along with me on my journey through doubt. I was in a season of deconstruction, of uprooting, of tearing down. And like a spoiled child, I ran about the Church, knocking down every theological block tower I could find, delighting in the destruction. I was asking good questions, worthy questions €”about creation, science, biblical interpretation, gender, religious pluralism, heaven and hell but I was angry with those not asking these questions along with me; I wanted to force them into my season. But there is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. A time to plant and a time to uproot, A time to kill and a time to heal, A time to tear down and a time to build. Since then, I have come to see that the attentive soul cycles through these seasons. Wintery seasons of deconstruction, u